The One Who Saved Me [Lancer (Cú Chulainn) X Reader]

The Start

This is how your story begins, with these words;
I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under me.

My fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail

If you will submit to this will and this reason...Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Protector of the Holy Balance!

Yes, you were chosen to serve in the Holy Grail war, but to be honest, that was the last thing you ever wanted. A brilliant light emits from the floor and blinds you and the other for a moment, then he appears. The one who holds the lance opens his ruby-red eyes and makes eye contact with you. "I see, you're the one who summo-" His eyes widened a little at the sight of you getting smacked across the floor by the other person in the room. "ARE YOU KIDDING?" the woman yells. "You couldn't even summon a decent servant?!" You lay there on the floor, looking down and away from your mother. "Honestly, you are so useless!" Lancer glances at you, then at your mom. "I wouldn't go that far in calling myself a poor servant." She turns around and puts her foot on top of your arm and starts pressing down, ignoring Lancer's comment.

She keeps putting her weight down on you, causing you to groan in pain. This isn't the first time she has abused you like this. Growing up, you were treated like this. Even with you being chosen to be the next mage, it didn't matter. Your mom ends up kicking you hard as you make a loud yelp. She turns to your servant. "Have good fucking luck with her. I'm done here." She heads up the stairs. You just lay there, always accepting what just happened and not fighting back. Lancer looks at you with a concerned look. "Hey..." You slowly lift yourself and try to make yourself look at him." "You are my servant." You say in a soft voice, and he then responds. "Yes, I am a Lancer servant, but never mind that. "Will you be okay?" You timidly nod your head. "This isn't the first time."

After hearing those words, his eyes become a little more intense. He gently touches your arm and helps you stand up. You say to Lancer, "[Name]." Lancer says with a soft voice. "I like that name." Lancer smiles, hoping to lift your spirits. You lean against the wall as you still feel uncomfortable. "So, what is your true identity? I am supposed to know." He sighs. "Always got to get right to businesses, huh?" I am Ireland's child of light." You nod and head up the stairs. "You can follow me or go into spirit form." He folds his arms, watching you walk painfully up the stairs. "That's a tough choice. I feel like if I don't watch you closely, you will end up worse than you already are. I can't have my master full of bumps and bruises if we're going to win this war." You stop for a moment, his words catching you off guard. The words felt comforting, which was something you were not used to. He slightly smirks. "Alright, I'll be in spirit form. Just call me when you need to."

With that, he vanishes in a blue haze. You stay on the steps for a while longer, thinking about what he said and how he seemed worried about you. It's just something you never experienced once in your life. After being paralyzed on the stairs, you convince yourself to move and head up. You felt heavy in your heart as you made your way into your mother's site. The feeling of not knowing the unknown is always with you. Is she going to yell at you more? Is she going to beat you up? What's going to happen now? You make your way into the kitchen, seeing the food on the table hot. After that summoning, you were hungry. You sit down and go to reach for some food when you feel a quick sting on your hand.